Chapter 156: This is Mr. Ye's custom-made gown—you're not qualified to try it

Just then, Lin Qianqian felt she couldn't save face, and she lost her temper at Lin Haocheng.

"Brother, you said there was no problem, so why can't we even get in the door?"

Lin Haocheng felt looked down upon by his own sister, and was about to vent his anger, but Lin Qianqian whispered:

"Brother, didn't you say tonight's dinner is important? I need to dress up—if someone takes a liking to me, our family will strike it rich!"

"Your project desperately needs investment; if you really want to pull in investors, I'm probably the only one who can help you. Don't underestimate a pillow‑talk woman's influence—once I secure a position, you, as my brother‑in‑law, won't have to worry about money."

Lin Qianqian's few words quelled Lin Haocheng's anger.

He thought it over and found it reasonable.

He had lowered himself before those rich second‑generation heirs, almost groveling like a dog, yet they treated him merely as an errand boy to toy with.

He clearly realized that relying solely on himself to attract investment was nearly impossible.

If his little sister could attach herself to a wealthy patron, even as a secret lover, the investment resources would soon be secured.

Originally he had also thought of coming here to pick an outfit for his little sister—it would raise her status and increase the odds of successfully attracting a benefactor.

It's said many socialites and heiresses love to order dresses here; his sister wants to rise, so these expenses cannot be spared.

Thus Lin Haocheng gritted his teeth, endured his disgust, and put on a fawning face to call Wang Zicong.

As soon as the call connected, Lin Haocheng's spine instantly bent, and his earlier arrogance wilted away.

He was nodding and bowing into the air over the phone—needless to say, it looked ridiculous.

Soon, Lin Haocheng relied on his gift of gab to sweet‑talk the wealthy heir into willingly securing his entry qualification.

After hanging up, Lin Haocheng puffed out his chest and became haughty toward the front‑desk staff.

"See? Young Master Wang is mine; if I weren't so magnanimous, I'd have complained about you."

Lin Qianqian felt such a brother was truly embarrassing, so she hurriedly pulled him inside while whispering:

"Brother, keep a low profile; otherwise, if others see and tell Young Master Wang, I don't know what you'll do."

"Don't forget, the people coming and going here are all big shots—each could be a future patron for us."

Lin Haocheng was again swayed by Lin Qianqian, toned down a bit, but the staff's gazes remained unfriendly.

Although he wasn't a scion of an aristocratic clan, he was an up‑and‑coming new elite; elsewhere people would fawn over him, but here the folks lacked any discernment.

Lin Meng saw them enter, so she also rose with the intention of going in.

The manager thought it over and prepared to personally receive Lin Meng.

Leaving aside the fact that the black‑gold card is exclusive to the Ye Family, it shows this Miss Lin must be connected to the Ye Family, and Lin Meng's entire demeanor is certainly not ordinary.

"Miss Lin, let me show you around—I don't know if you have any particular style in mind, or any specific requests."

Lin Meng shook her head and said casually:

"I'm just here to have a look, Sister Li—you can come along too."

Upon hearing this, Sister Li looked gratefully at Lin Meng; this Miss Lin was the most affable, unpretentious wealthy person she had ever met, and she felt truly lucky today—to serve Lin Meng and even get a chance to tour the workshop.

The manager recognized Sister Lin, and when Lin Meng invited her to come along, she naturally couldn't refuse.

Lin Meng followed the manager into the studio's most valuable area; the whole floor belonged to this workshop, large in scale, and every evening gown on display, just as Sister Li said, was top‑tier luxury.

Even someone like Lin Meng, an outsider, could instantly see the gowns' splendor.

Gowns worth millions each have dedicated display platforms, surrounded by transparent protective shields that trigger an alarm if damaged.

While the manager introduced Lin Meng, she secretly fantasized that if today she could get this miss to buy a haute couture piece, her annual performance would be secured.

But just then, a dispute erupted up front, and shouting instantly exploded in the hall.

Upon hearing it was those two again, the manager's face darkened, then she turned with an apologetic expression toward Lin Meng and said:

"Miss Lin, sorry—those two are definitely trouble; I need to go over and keep an eye on them so nothing goes wrong. Please look around for now, and I'll have a colleague come attend to you."

Lin Meng said indifferently:

"No problem—I happen to know them too; let's go over and take a look."

Having said that, Lin Meng led the way toward the source of the noise.

The manager hurried after her, puzzling over how Miss Lin could know those two troublemakers.

"Can't you understand human speech? I said I want to try this dress—customers are God, and you treat God like this?"

Lin Meng had just taken her stance to watch the scene when she saw Lin Qianqian strutting arrogantly before a display stand, pointing at the gown inside and shouting.

Lin Meng followed her gaze and was instantly drawn to the splendid gown in the showcase.

No wonder Lin Qianqian singled it out to try—any woman who saw it would be captivated.

At first glance the dress looks like a fairy descended to earth, the blend of white silk and gauze adding an ethereal air.

But on closer inspection, the shimmering patterns are all finely carved blue diamonds, and the emerald green accents at the hem are imperial‑green jadeite.

Under the light, a golden glimmer floats deep within the fabric, as if gold thread were woven in, just enough to make the whole dress emit a subtle, flickering gold sheen.

One would think only someone who is not just a fairy but a top‑tier fairy in status could wear this dress.

Lin Meng examined it closely and noticed that the dress's platform seemed of a higher spec than the others, even cordoned off with a barrier outside.

Sister Li stared, entranced, then after feasting her eyes she came to and introduced Lin Meng:

"Miss Lin, that haute couture gown is the one I told you about—crafted by the nation's top designer, covered in jewels and gold‑thread accents, its value is beyond measure."

However, it's said the dress was a private commission; someone paid a huge sum to have that designer create it especially for them, so although it's temporarily displayed here, it already belongs to someone.

Upon hearing this, Lin Meng understood, and couldn't help wondering which lady was so fortunate as to have someone commission such a one‑of‑a‑kind wedding dress for her.

But she merely mused on it, then quickly returned to her usual calm.

Sure, envy is natural, but everyone has their own fate; she will strive for what she wants, and there's no need to envy those born lucky.

At that moment, the manager approached Lin Qianqian, her face icy, her tone tinged with thinly veiled anger.

"Miss, you can't try this fairy dress; it's been set aside by Mr. Ye for display only here—you have no qualification to touch it!"

Lin Meng heard this and couldn't help furrowing her brow.

Mr. Ye? In this world, who else among Ye-surname gentlemen could tailor such a ceremonial dress besides Ye Chenjing?